La Paz and the "world´s most dangerous road"

So Emma finally talked me into taking the trip to the "world´s most dangerous road" - from La Paz to Coroico, 64km long road starting at over 4000m and dropping, steadily, to a more normal altitude - ¿1500m? All this, not in a bus, no, on a bike. Yes, on a mountain bike... thanks Em! And on this day, it´s been raining, the stones are slippy, and we´re told that it´s easier to control a bike with a little speed...

Now, those of you who have seen me on a ski slope will know I´m a bit of an adrenaline junky... so - with the chain coming off only once, only two near-slips of the rear wheel, and a few (too many) slightly out of control moments where another sheer drop around another blind-corner comes a little too close to my front wheel - we arrive at Coroico - muddy...

After a very, very relaxing following day, in the most beautiful setting you can imagine - we also had to imagine it, as it was misty and we could only just see out of the door - finished another book, and geared ourselves up for the journey back - on a bus... driven by a 20 year old with no front teeth... 10m visibility, it was a rather harrowing experience - with a coach coming downhill stopping only one foot in front of us around yet another blind corner - I was very, very, very relieved to arrive back in La Paz and step onto tarmac! Seeing all those vertical drops from the comfort of the minibus.... and we cycled down it! Madness...